Lyrics
You've got Sicilian imagination
Second generation
And a long way from the family crime
But you've got your own way
Sign on the line, sign on the line, on the line
You're a patent leather lover
With your Gucci-Pucci pointed shoes
And you're swearing on your mother
That, all this could be yours
Sign on the line, sign on the line, on the line
Gino say
Remember hard work means something
Live fast, die laughing
No hurt in asking
Nothing for nothing
Gino, no-no-no-no-no-no-no-no-no-no
No-no-no-no-no-no-no-no-no-no-no-no
No-no-no-no-no-no-no-no-no-no-no-no, no!
You've got contractual agitation
Transcendental meditation works fine
Now you're paying off the guru
Get to Heaven on time
Sign on the line, sign on the line, on the line
Remember this, bitch hard work means something
Live fast, die laughing
No hurt in asking (in asking)
Nothing for nothing
Gino, no-no-no-no-no-no-no-no-no-no
No-no-no-no-no-no-no-no-no-no-no-no
No-no-no-no-no-no-no-no-no-no-no-no, no!
You couldn't live without little Gino, no
That's what he tells me, little Gino, no
You couldn't live without little Gino, no
That's what he tells me, little Gino, no, no
Hard work means something
Live fast, die laughing
No hurt in asking
Nothing for nothing
Hard work means something (that's a Gino)
Live fast, die laughing
No hurt in asking
Nothing for nothing
Gino, no-no-no-no-no-no-no-no-no-no
No-no-no-no-no-no-no-no-no-no-no-no
No-no-no-no-no-no-no-no-no-no-no-no
No-no-no-no-no-no-no-no-no-no-no-no
No-no-no-no-no-no-no-no-no-no-no-no
No-no-no-no-no-no-no-no-no-no-no-no, no!
And remember this
Remember hard work means something, whoa
Live fast, die laughing (die laughing)